The Bottle

i drink to forget

so many things

i drink to forget

what you look like

what he looks like

what the inside of his car looked like

i drink to forget honey eyes

forest eyes

river eyes

deep brown eyes

i drink to forget

the curls in your hair

the darkness in his smile

the curve of her nose


i drink to forget

all the ways

i have handed over my entire heart

to so many people

who proved to be

so fucking unworthy

of handling

such a fucking 




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